This is a song about "Hard childhood"

Stop it if you scared

A childhood being depressed,

And not deprive me of my childhood,

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

I still cherish my childhood and reminisce on my memories,

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

One day she talked to us about our younger childhood

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

My childhood didn't mean much, only raising green up

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Wait till i destroy the childhood dream, that gleams on the tv screen/

Memories of my childhood contain nothin' but hunger and thirst

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first